I have a problem, and that problem is that I keep buying lipsticks that are basically the same color as each other. I have five lipsticks that are very similar brownish-rosy, “your lips but better” kind of shades. I don’t even wear lipstick very often because my lips are drier than Moore County.
I take skincare pretty seriously. I know I can’t coast on my mom’s genetics to look young for my entire life (though I was just mistaken for my husband’s daughter, again. We’re only seven years apart.)
I also have problems with blackheads, terrible undereye circles, and excessive ruddiness, so it’s been a lot of trial and error to find out what works for the one without exacerbating the other. This is what currently works for me, with my combination, not-very-sensitive, clog-prone skin.
I’m one of those people who carries a paper planner, despite the existence of smartphones and Google calendar. If I don’t write it down, I don’t remember it, so my planner is basically my brain, externalized. If I lost this thing, I would miss every single appointment in my life.
I have never been a small handbag kind of person. I want to carry either nothing, or a bag that I can smuggle exotic animals in. (I don’t actually smuggle exotic animals in my bags. I just like to have the option.)
However, after an afternoon of poor decision making a few weeks ago henceforth referred to as the Ikea Incident, I have a strained back, injured leg, temporary reliance on a cane, and the strongly worded advice of both medical professionals and my husband to maybe, just maybe, carry around a lighter bag for a bit.
